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Fourth cigarette in And you still can’t burn away the haunting memories. Drowning in five dollar drinks His caring words burn my throat as the alcohol sinks deep. Miles forbid our souls to meet So my heart weeps rivers of unforgettable kisses. I drunkenly call to see if he’s alright But my feelings take over and intoxicate my self-control.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
So Is This What It Feels Like?
Fourth cigarette in And you still can’t burn away the haunting memories. Drowning in five dollar drinks His caring words burn my throat as the alcohol sinks deep. Miles forbid our souls to meet So my heart weeps rivers of unforgettable kisses. I drunkenly call to see if he’s alright But my feelings take over and intoxicate my self-control.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
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